I couldn’t wait to develop the rolls of film.I had taken some shots, some close shots of her tight little ass that wouldremain in my private collect...on long after I leave this island paradise.When I got up to my shelter for the night, there appeared to be a note onthe door. I got closer and took it off, trying to read it in the littlelight that was left. It was short, and read “Please come to my bungalow, I’ve got a few more ideas for some pictures. Bring your camera. B.”“Damn,” I thought.. She was a chubby thing with greasy hair and Sally guessed she was probably keeping him. The black guy was quite handsome, tall, about six two and very muscular.He glanced over and caught Sally staring at him, she blushed and looked away then glanced up again to find him smiling at her.'Oh shit, he's coming over,' thought Sally as the black man came to her table leaving the white girl to bring the coffees."Anyone sitting here?" he asked politely as Sally shook her head."Hi, my name's Tiny, not. ” They snuggled silently for a minute. “Rough day?” She sighed. “Hm-hmm.” “Mikey?” “Hm-hmm.” “So, not her, the not-a-lesbian?” “Mary Beth. Her too. With her new strap-on.” “Ouch!” “Hmm-HM!” “We don’t have to.” She gave him a kiss. “No, I want to.” She casually rubbed his crotch. “Want a BJ first?” “Not really.” He kissed her temple. Lorna made a frowny-face. “The only one who wanted a blow job today was Mary Beth! I thought I gave good blow jobs!” Alex mock-soothed her. “You are good. You can’t. If I didn’t slow her down she was going to hurt one of us. I took Lena back down a notch so that at least she would guide herself back down my shaft and then reached out to see what my wife was thinking. Natasha was in a super excited state similar to what I had learned earlier about her mother when she had watched us fuck. Her hand was working away at her pussy as her excitement built. She had her eyes glued to my dick sliding in and out of her mother. There was something else though — that.